In the empty hospital room, I looked at the little devil who was sleeping next to me, and I couldn't help but smile.

The torrential rain outside the window has stopped, but it is also gradually approaching night.

A few hours ago, the fat dean saw that the situation was getting worse and immediately called the police.

I slowly got up and looked at her sleeping soundly, and I wanted to stroll back to my hospital room and escape tomorrow.

The phone hidden in his arms suddenly vibrated and rang crisply.

I was afraid of disturbing the little devil's dreams, so I walked out of the room little by little.

As soon as I answered the phone, I heard the voice of the middle-aged fat man with a very apologetic voice.

Listening to his slurred words, I immediately guessed that he was afraid that I would suddenly turn my face and give up the cooperation I had promised with him

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sneer.

"What years are these years, you would actually believe the words of a few old Taoist priests, if you had let the Red Guards be eradicated as a cow ghost and snake god back then."

I hung up the phone in a hurry and lay on the bed in my dormitory, but the fragment in my mind that I had just closed my eyes flashed quickly.

Scene after scene, with huge questions rushing into my mind.

Why the glass on the window shatters on its own is indeed a bit counterintuitive.

Besides, the rainy weather in the past few days has been terrible.

The dark clouds condensed in the sky made this dangerous building, which was already extremely gloomy, like a boat in a stormy sea.

The thoughts in my head were in a mess, and I really didn't have the energy to figure them out.

I just vaguely remember that two hours ago, when I came to the police station in a round-trip police car to record a statement, I saw the three veterans in Taoist robes.

The three of them sat cross-legged on the cold floor of the interrogation room with their heads bowed, as if they were silently reciting some scripture in their mouths.

The young disciple sitting next to Lao Dao had a huge scar on his face, from his forehead to his cheek.

He wanted to stand up and refute several times, but he was secretly dragged down by the master beside him.

When Officer Liao, who was wearing a police uniform, opened his mouth to ask them, he didn't say a word, and the middle-aged policeman really had nothing to do.

But when the officer, who claimed to be surnamed Liao, looked at me, he was speechless.

"You... You.... ”

I smiled and nodded, but I didn't know if it was psychological.

Looking at the bright gaze in his eyes, it doesn't seem to be communicating with normal people, but showing love for a mentally ill person.

"Sss

The air after the rain is filled with the aroma of earth, but it also brings with it a wet chill.

The whole dilapidated building was full of water and leaks, and even the ceiling was stained with large water stains.

The water kept dripping on the concrete floor of the dormitory, and the "tick-tock" rang in my ears.

The cobwebs in the corners were covered with thick dust, and the empty dormitory was filled with all sorts of miscellaneous items, but there were only two people.

A middle-aged man with a little gray hair in his hair is facing the wall, his gaze sometimes glazed and sometimes full of weirdness.

Xiaoyue said that this dormitory was once full of people, but after treatment in the hospital, only he has not recovered for a long time.

I suddenly wondered what the rules for determining the patient's recovery in a psychiatric hospital were, and whether I could communicate with people normally.

Or answer one plus one and so on, which is a bit naïve math problem.

"Don't look in the mirror, never look in the mirror."

He suddenly turned his head with a blank gaze, and kept muttering those two words.

He's been the same for a few days, and I'm used to it.

"Uncle... Don't look in the mirror, there's a ghost outside the window.... ”

"He... He's staring at us, there's really a ghost..., it's scary. ”

He clutched his head with his hands, almost distorting his entire face.

I felt a little unbearable, so I reached out and gradually closed the white curtains, stepped on the sanitary slippers for the sick, and walked towards him step by step.

“… Ghost... Ghosts, there are ghosts behind you. ”

"Hell... Ghost! ”

I seem to be able to control my temper so well every time I face a mentally ill person, and I don't mind no matter what he says.

Even if I say I'm a demon.

"Look at uncle, there's something outside the window."

I sat down slowly on the edge of his bed, looking at his frightened face, and I had a plan in my mind.

"If you don't say it, Uncle will take you to the bureau."

My eyebrows and eyes were a little serious, and this scene really scared him.

Over the past few days, he seems to have come to regard me, as he calls "uncle", as he can trust, and he will obey whatever I say.

"Uncle..., there's a ghost outside the window, there's really a ghost."

He was so frightened that his snot was about to come out, and he looked like a 10-year-old child.

Outside the window, there were dark clouds, as if some terrible storm was still brewing, and the successive rainy days in recent days lingered like a haze in my heart.

It's overwhelming.

"Then tell your uncle what this ghost looks like."

I hadn't waited more than three seconds for the words to finish my mouth, but I watched the expression on his face distort a little, and his eyes were fixed on the white curtain in front of him.

I couldn't help but shiver all over.

"I... I can't say, I really can't say... Whining... I'm so scared. ”

I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart, but I couldn't put a knife on someone's neck and force him to ask him, so I was patient and laughed.

"Uncle knows, what the hell you said... It's not just half a head, it's empty above the bridge of the nose. ”

I put it in the right tone, so that it didn't inspire fear in him, and it was like a normal tone of communication.

It's just that the meaning of these words is full of cold air, and even I can't help but be startled when I say it.

"No, no, no..., this ghost long... It's exactly like your uncle, but... Xiao Ming knows... You're not a ghost... Ahhhh ”

He suddenly stared out the window and let out a loud scream, as if he had seen something terrible, and it was close to midnight.

I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, and when I looked out the window, I suddenly realized that what he said should seem to be a reflection in the mirror.

The empty corridor was empty, and this scream not only frightened me, but also penetrated the other wards, connecting with the trembling of the patients.

"Xiao Ming" is the nickname I gave him, because his parents left him here and never heard from him, and the patients in the mental hospital have changed one after another for several years.

Only Xiaoyue took care of him as seriously as a "younger brother", so that he can stay in the hospital so far.

"Shhhhh

I gasped and immediately covered his mouth with my hand, fearing that the screams would cause the other patients to be agitated.

"Woo... Not. ”

His eyes widened with blood, and even the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and his eyes were fixed on the white curtains in front of him.

It's as if you can see the scenery behind the curtains through a white cloth.